“Is there anything you’d like to learn?” asked Kang Ho-Soo.

“Anything I’d like to learn?” 

Woo-Jin, who was writing down his answers on the questionnaire, lifted his head and looked at Kang Ho-Soo. 

“Yes, such as musical instruments, foreign languages, etc. Normally, you need to take classes on history and general knowledge, but I don’t think that’s necessary in your case. Also, you have some time since your acting classes are put on hold until after your movie gets released - we will decide after looking at it.”

While Woo-Jin was supposed to be trained by his agency on how to conduct himself during interviews, as well as social etiquette, he did not have to take any classes on general knowledge and academic subjects. It was also uncertain whether it was necessary for Woo-Jin, who had been highly praised by the two directors, to take acting classes so they were temporarily held off.

However, if the agency’s artists were specifically interested in learning other things, they were more than welcome to use the budget allocated for them. 

“If I can learn an instrument, I would like to learn the violin.” 

Woo-Jin was now proficient at playing the piano, but he had not gotten an opportunity to learn the violin. He was confident that if he were to practice playing the violin as much as he did with the piano, he could be proficient at it too. Now that this opportunity had finally presented itself, Woo-Jin’s voice was full of anticipation. 

“String instruments are somewhat…”

“I can’t learn it?” asked Woo-Jin.

“Well, you might get calluses on your hand. Furthermore, violins tend to leave some marks on your jaw,” replied Kang Ho-...